Old Voldy nearly lost his composure.
He had left with such panache, looking so cool, carrying an air of deep loneliness and sorrow.
But Anton soon called him back.
"???" Voldemort stared at Anton, utterly confused.
"You should talk to her yourself," Anton said with a shrug. "I haven't kept Bella's Life Existence. If you want to pull her from the River of Spirituality into the real world more easily, it'd be best if you were there, as her... um... husband."
"You need me to take part?" Voldemort was stunned.
"Of course!" Anton looked at her innocently. "That glowing orb supposedly representing Bella was just a demonstration. It wasn't really Bella. If you want me to find her Spirituality faster, you should help me call her soul."
"What does that mean?" Old Voldy looked bewildered.
"You just call out to her with all your heart." Anton blinked. "The more heartfelt, the better. Powerful emotions can easily stir Magical Power, and everything will become much simpler."
Old Voldy opened his mouth. He inexplicably felt that acting lovey-dovey with a woman in front of his Apprentice was particularly awkward. It didn't fit his image. But in the end, he replied with utter resolve, "Fine."
"Now, we still haven't settled on my payment." Anton cackled.
"???" Old Voldy narrowed his eyes and stared at Anton. "What do you want?"
"You just agreed that the Forerunners can take part in some of the Magical Congress's affairs..."
Voldemort nodded. "Yes. I'll allow the Forerunners to participate in everything except the Magic Corps. But cooperation goes both ways. I hope you understand that."
"Of course." Anton rubbed his hands together with a grin. "Besides that, I want the Crabbe family and the Goyle family."
A flash of savagery crossed Voldemort's eyes. "Anton, I can agree to